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The One With The Monkey Part Three: The Party

Friends Rewrite (masterlist) Last Part (Part Two)

Ummm the reader meets Janice officially for the first time, and Rachel gets attacked at the airport.

You were feeling great today! Joey was keeping to his word that everything was going to be a little bit slower like you wanted. You slept on the couch a couple times and it was lumpy and really kind of sucked, but you were in such a good head space. Your head space was so good that you decided to sign a contract to officially start school, and it wasn’t cosmetology like you had originally planned. Instead you were going to Esthetician school and you were going to help people feel good in their own skin while wearing it, and you couldn’t be more happy and proud of yourself. You couldn’t wait to call your mom and rub her face in it. Of course you had to pay it off so you were still going to work at the store, but that was just a detail to help you get where you want to go. “Hey, what’s got you so smiley?” Chandler asked when he looked up to greet you, but he couldn’t help wonder what was going on. He could never remember a time where you’d looked so happy.

“Yeah, it almost looks like it’s about to hurt.” Phoebe smiled with her joke from her spot on the couch.

“It does, but I just can’t stop smiling.” You beamed.

“Then tell us,” Joey begged, “we’re dying to know over here.” Joey stood up from his spot to put his hand on your lower back.

“I officially signed a contract to start school next year.” You smiled even brighter. You felt the air be squeezed out of you when Joey and Chandler wrapped you in a big hug.

“Oh my god!” Joey celebrated.

“That’s amazing!” Chandler chimed in.

“Oh, congratulations, Y/N/N,” Phoebe smiled proudly at you as she put a friendly hand on your arm.

“Thanks, Pheebs,” you smiled at her as you adjusted your clothes after Chandler and Joey let go, and of course after Joey kissed you in congratulations. Just then you heard the door open and heard the sound of Ross and Monica’s voices, but they stopped when they saw everyone huddled around you.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ross asked for himself and Monica, they both looked directly at you.

“I’m officially starting esthetics school next year.” Monica and Ross couldn’t help but smile themselves.

“Oh wow,” Ross said as he wrapped you in a quick hug which you happily reciprocated.

“Yeah, I’m so happy for you, and you’re going to be working at the same time right?” Monica smiled her bright smile at you.

“Yep, I’m going to be pretty busy these next 7 months. But I swear it’s all going to be with it. I'll get to prove my mom wrong and help people and do something I love. But anyway, you guys were saying something when you both walked in.” You waved off your excitement to hear what Monica and Ross had been talking about when they first walked in.

“Oh, yeah,” Ross continued as he took a seat in the arm chair and you and Monica sat next to each other on the couch with Phoebe. “What does the phrase ‘no-date pact’ mean to you?”

“I’m sorry okay? It’s just that Chandler has somebody, Phoebe has somebody, and Joey and Y/N are together. I thought I’d ask Fun Bobby.” Monica explained since it seemed like she herself found a date.

“Fun Bobby. Your ex-boyfriend Fun Bobby?” Chandler asked. Monica nodded.

“You know more than one Fun Bobby?” Joey couldn’t help but ask Chandler.

“I happen to know a Fun Bob.” Chandler explained to his friend next to him, that you couldn’t tell whether it was a joke or not. You nodded your head in the direction behind Joey when you saw Rachel coming up with the drink that he must have ordered before you got there.

“Okay, here we go,” Rachel announced while clearly trying to balance the almost overflowing liquid.

“Oh, oh, oh, there’s no room for milk.” Joey complained with a whine. So Rachel did what she thought was the smartest idea in that situation, she took a sip out of Joey’s mug so that he had room for his milk. But it was a good thing that it was Joey instead of another regular customer, because Joey took it anyway.

“There. Now there is,” she said smiling at her own quick thinking.

“Okay, so on our no date evening five of you have dates.” Ross couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Oh, six,” Rachel announced for everyone while she took a seat. Ross hid his face in his hands for a second to hide the anger that he wasn’t hiding very well. “Sorry. Paolo’s catching an earlier flight.” Rachel defended.

“Plus, I mean, it is kind of hard to have a ‘no-date pact’ when two of us are already going out.” Joey mentioned that fact that you kept thinking about. Even though you felt bad about Ross not having a date, it wasn’t like you should have to stop acting like a couple. Which was what it felt like he was expecting, but you knew he was having a really hard time this year so you just decided to keep your thoughts to yourself. “Also I picked up this really hot chick at the mall. What's an elf to do?” Joey winked over at you, but you sent him a warm bright smile and he couldn’t help copy it, causing you to bite onto your lower lip. But of course he would try to make it into some kind of sexual thing with that elf costume; that he definitely gave back instead of keeping for the both of you. Ross had to shake off what had just happened between the two of you.

“Okay, so I’m going the only one standing there alone when the ball drops?” He asked all of you.

“Oh, come on. We’ll have a big party and no one will know who’s with who.” Rachel told him trying to make him feel better, but clearly didn’t help based on the way that he roughly adjusted in his seat.

“Okay, this is so not what I needed right now,” Ross whined. Looking like he was about to cry.

“What’s that matter?” Monica seemingly becoming concerned about how upset her brother was.

“Oh, it’s Marcel.” All of you made eye contact when the relationship problems with the monkey came up. “He keeps shutting me out, you know? He’s walking around all the time, dragging his hands.” As annoying as the monkey stories were getting, you still didn’t like how upset Ross got about it.

“That is so weird, I had such a blast with him the other night.” Chandler let him know as you got up to get a cup of coffee and Chandler took your seat. “Yeah. We played, we watched TV. That juggling thing is amazing.” Chandler finished as you walked back over with your hot drink, and Joey guided you onto his lap as your place to sit.

“What, uh...what juggling thing?” Ross asked completely clueless.

“With the balled up socks. I figured you taught him that.” Chandler explained, but clearly Ross had no clue what he was talking about.

“No.” Ross flat out said looking more hurt.

“You know it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Chandler leaned forward as he brushed the whole conversation off. “It was just balled up socks and a melon.” Your eyebrows shot up at that weird detail.

“Phoebe, hi,” one of the scientist men walked into the shop with such a big smile. So you couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted from your friend as she greeted him. When she tried to be polite and introduce everyone with her, he clearly had a message that couldn’t wait.

“No. Have you seen David?” Max asked her.

“No, he hasn’t been around.” Phoebe answered to him.

“Well, if you see him, tell him to pack his bags. We are going to Minsk.” What the heck was in Minsk that was so exciting? Snow? You couldn’t help but wonder.

“Minsk?” She repeated in utter shock.

“Minsk. It’s in Russia.” David’s friend spelled out to her like he was teaching her something new.

“I know where Minsk is.” Phoebe chuckled while you were sure she imagined ripping his head off for the unnecessary man-splaining.

“We got the grant. Three years. All expenses paid.” He told all of you, so excited for this new career opportunity.

“So when, when do you leave?” Phoebe couldn’t help herself but ask.

“January first.” He smiled proudly, but the look on Phoebe’s face said that her heart was broken.

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Last night you had decided to sleep with Joey in his bed, much to Chandler’s dismay, but he was a big boy he’d get over it. You didn’t want to open your eyes because then you’d have to leave the warm covers over your body. But when you remembered that today was New Years Eve, you opened your eyes. You had nothing to do all day except go to Monica and Rachel’s party, plus the store was closed so no work. When you pressed the covers to your bare chest and turned your head, you saw that Joey was still in his own dream land. You could tell he was dreaming because his eyelashes were flinching a little bit. “Joey,” you whispered. Reaching out your hand to grab one of his that was resting on his stomach, however that turned to be a mistake when he pulled on your arm and tugged you into his chest like you were a teddy bear. “Hmmm, okay five more minutes.” You smiled as you got yourself to fall asleep again in Joey’s warmth. But who knew that the both of you would end up sleeping in bed all day until the party. You were about to be a busy bee, and you wanted to soak up all of the Joey time that you could get.

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It was finally party time! You were dressed to the nines with your guy with you after spending all day in bed, and now you got to have some of Monica’s amazing food. You did not know how anything could top this. Joey and you were over by the fridge talking to a small group of people, while he was mingling you were doing everything in your power to hide from Janice. Because for whatever reason she seemed to be obsessed with your brother, and if she knew that Chandler had a sister the both of you would never hear the end of it from her. “You okay?” Joey leaned down to quickly whisper in your ear. You nodded.

“I want a drink and some food, but I don’t want to meet her. I don’t want to meet Janice. She’s loud, scared me, and she’s obsessed with my brother. Maybe I’ll just starve for the rest of the night.” You said out loud, but it honestly wasn’t sounding like too bad of an idea.

“Ah, come on, just go get something.” Joey told you. Because you were just being ridiculous. You nodded, agreeing with him that you just had to do it, and whatever happened, happened. But when you excused yourself from the group you were talking to, Joey made sure to grab your arm lightly. “But if you need saving, just send a wink.”

“A wink?” You rose your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, our signal for me to come rescue you.” Joey couldn’t help but smile at how genius he was.

“Good idea.” You smiled and nodded in agreement. So now that that was settled, Joey let you go and you made your way over to Rachel’s artichoke dip.

“I love this artichoke thing. Don’t tell me what’s in it. The diet starts tomorrow.” You heard this Janice tell Monica as she sipped her champagne and leaned herself against Chandler. Right when you stopped next to Chandler you heard the laugh you had heard so much about; you were all for being nice and killing them with kindness. But that laugh just sounded like a dolphin was choking on something.

“You remember Janice.” Chandler smiled like he was in pain as he reintroduced his ex-girlfriend to Monica.

“Oh...vividly.” Monica smiled at Janice. You couldn’t help but scoff as you took a bite of the artichoke dip, but unfortunately for you you were a little too loud.

“Oh, but I don’t think you’ve met.” Chandler turned to look at you and you could just see the evil in his eyes and his smirk growing. You immediately froze, you had no escape and couldn’t make eye contact with Joey. “Janice, this my baby sister, whom I love so dearly, Y/N. And Y/N this is Janice.” When Janice stepped forward you saw him silently laughing at you.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me you had a sister.” Janice exclaimed loudly. “It’s so great to meet you!” You were going for a handshake, but what you got was a hug. While you limply patted her back you looked over to Monica, begging her to save you.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. I think I heard Joey calling for you. You should probably go.” Monica smiled at Chandler while he frowned when Monica helped you

“Oh, and you’re dating Joey, too!? You have all the luck.”She started laughing again.

“Yeah sorry, I’ll just get back to him. It was-was nice meeting you Janice.” You smiled politely at her before you quickly walked back over to Joey, who immediately wrapped his arm around your waist. “She’s...nice.” You told him, not really knowing what else to say. Joey couldn’t help but just shake his head and smile at you.

“You are too nice.” He chuckled as he pecked you on the forehead.

“Watch it, Tribbiani,” you tried to sound threatening as you hip bumped him slightly. You weren’t sure what was happening, but when you looked up, Rachel was back from the airport. She clearly didn’t have Paolo with her. Her hair was all messed up, her coat was all dirty, and she had a split lip.

“Oh, my gosh!” Monica gasped in horror as she ran to Rachel by the door. “Rachel, honey are you okay?” Obviously she was not okay. “Where’s Paolo?”

“Rome, “ she growled the answer as to where Paolo was. “Jerk missed his flight.” She finished explaining as she limped over to the chair that someone pulled out for her.

“And then your face exploded?” Phoebe asked as she looked down at Rachel with concern.

“No.” She told her as she officially. “Okay. I was at the airport getting into a cab, when this woman-this blonde planet with a pocketbook-starts yelling at me.” Rachel started her story. “Something about how it was her cab first and then the next thing I know, she just starts pulling me out by my hair. And so I’m blowing on my attack whistle thingy and then three more cabs show up. So as I’m going to get into a cab, she tackles me! I hit my head on the curb and I cut my lip on my whistle.” Rachel’s story made you want to go find that blonde planet and give her a peace of your mind, but clearly that’s not what Rachel wanted or needed when she stopped crying and realized that everyone was there and dressed for the party. “Oh...everybody having fun at the party?” We all slowly nodded our heads for her. “Are people eating my dip?” She leaned over to ask Monica but she was still loud enough for all of us to hear. So, Monica just slowly nodded at her.

#friends rewrite #friends #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #sister!bing #bing!reader #chandler bing #ross geller #phoebe buffay #rachel green #monica geller

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poeticandvaguelysweet · 6 years

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Prompt #213 - All Tied Up

ANON: ‘I’d offer you breakfast, but I think I’m too sore to move’. From: The Morning After Sentence Starters

Not quite a morning after but none of you are going to complain. I also wrote most of it drunk whilst on the train last night so #yolo

I don’t usually put warnings on fics but this one contains bondage, if that’s not your thing don’t read and if you’re under 18 obviously don’t read but I’m also not your mom and I was reading smut before 18 too so like knock yourself out just be safe with your lives. Fanfic isn’t real. yada yada.

AO3

ALL TIED UP

They stumbled in the door reminiscent of days from their youth, laughter bubbling between them as they tiptoed into the apartment that only housed the two of them.

The night was a simple one. Yet another Claire Dearing led black-tie function. He was growing to hate those things and the tailored suits she had fitted for him that came along with it. Claire was independent, she didn’t need Owen to attend events with her. She always asked, always gave him the option and for that, he attended, never missing an opportunity to catch Claire dressed up to the nines.

He wondered if she knew that; he would do anything for her so long as she asked.

Claire turned on him, the two of them standing in the living room, smiles wide, cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol they had consumed. It wasn’t enough to leave them drunk, only enough to make her cheeks pink and her giggles linger. Owen grabbed her, one hand finding her wrist while the other slid around her waist reminding him of what it felt like to return home. Her body his comfort pressed up against the planes of his.

He kissed her unable to stop himself as she drowned their apartment in quiet laughter.

She smiled at him lazily when they pulled apart, dreamily as her eyelashes fluttered and her tongue licked her lips. ‘You were so good tonight.’ She tells him like a mother praising a child the only difference is that he knows those roles don’t apply. He would never be like this with his mother. Claire has her hands on his chest, her nimble fingers flicking at the buttons of his shirt. ‘I know those things are boring. I really appreciate that you make the effort and play civil.’ He hummed. Anything for her. There’s always a husband or two at events like those that sit in a corner and pout. Owen talked to the people she told him to talk to, mingled, showed off, swooned over her when she wasn’t in his presence and he made her dance at least once in front of everyone.

Claire lingered, eyes watching her fingers as he held her, the two of them swaying in the quiet of the night, music from the gala lingering in their minds. ‘You deserve a reward.’ She told him boldly, eyes sliding up to meet his as her arms wrapped around his neck. She was funny like that. Rewarding him for things he never felt she owed him for. He was happy just to see her smile. Happy to understand he had done something she asked and to her satisfaction. He, however, never turned down a reward.

Owen raised a brow. The tone always changed when she said that word, the man already knowing part of what she implied as he tried to think back to how much she had to drink. Her hands slid back to their previous place before her fingers fiddled with his tie loosening it off as the silk slipped free. She stepped away from him, wrists twisting in his tie as she held her arms out to him, sides of her palms touching, bone to bone.

‘Really?’ He asked, not quite believing it. Claire didn’t like it when they did this. She didn’t have enough trust in him. Owen tried not to be offended. It was an issue of control not on how trustworthy he could be. There was a place in her mind unable to disassociate the bad connotations to dominance. For so long men had taken advantage. Claire could not let go of that.

She hated having her hands bound, restrained, held back. She could obey the instruction. If he asked her not to touch she would listen. Ties were unnecessary. Nevertheless, there were several feet of Tossa Jute cut up into individual bunches in the closet, purchased in a want to do things right. It was one thing to use the tie from his neck to secure her wrists to the posts of the bed, it was another to use bondage ropes with the comfort of knowing his knots would hold.

Claire was coming around to it, curiosity peaking when he explained shibari was an art. The submissive the ‘model’ and the dominant the ‘rigger’. It sounded less controlling like that. He would pose her and she would sit pretty, only able to feel her pleasure rather than participate in it. Maybe it was worse. Owen had been clumsy with his explanation when he first told her about it, his cheeks hot and flushed. She made a quip concerning his concealed knowledge about art.

Owen discovered the art of shibari in Japan while he was stationed there for several months, left to bide his time in a foreign country. It was the knots that caught his attention at first, leaving him to reminisce about his youthful days where his grandfather would hand him a knot and ask the boy to replicate it. There was nothing Owen couldn’t tackle. It was only the natural progression of things that it found an in to his sex life.

The art of shibari worked to contrast the natural contours of the human body against the rope, the ties were intricate and simple all at once wrapping around thigh and shin, making the body one limb instead of several. In most cases it encouraged an increase in blood flow, heightening certain aspects of an individuals pleasure as well as igniting the adrenal glands. He was shy to admit that he lied rigging ropes, Claire’s smile soft, her eyes sincere as she listened to him hesitantly letting him show her as he promised not to do it too tight.

She nodded, promising it was what she wanted with intrigue glimmering in her eyes. His breath hitched, cock twitching. His pants were suddenly too tight, clothes constricting, his body all the more ready to devour her and do away with any kind of foreplay. He wanted to teach her. Wanted to encourage a loving interest. Claire continued to unfold in front of him. Her walls crumbled, trust growing as she allowed him in. He was happy taking things at her pace, comfortable with knowing she might never be comfortable with some of the things he liked. His job there was to improve her trust, broaden her experience and hopefully remain by her side for the rest of his days. It humbled Owen to know she wanted to do this for him, thinking that it was the least she could do for forcing him through yet another boring gala. Owen should have told her that a blowjob would suffice.

He reached for her, a hand on her loosely tied wrists as he removed his tie with one tug and tossed it on the floor. His hand found her hair, smoothing down the already controlled strands as his other hand stroked her cheek, fingers brushing past her lips. ‘You’re a good girl.’ He told her, proud, feeling the chill that ran across her body like lightening scattering across the sky.

Claire nodded, watching his face with wide doe eyes as she took one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked hard. Her teeth grazed his skin, gently, eyes gleaming in a challenge as he felt his cock twitch again.

She was the one to pull them into their bedroom, hand tangled with his. He moved ahead of her when they stepped over the threshold, Claire remaining by the door as she watched him. She was unsure in this fantasy world of his. She stood, waiting for instruction knowing this was his domain if she moved without express permission he had room to punish her. It wouldn’t be bad, Claire knew that she just didn’t like the thought of misbehaving and letting him down.

Owen returned to her, rope in his hands as he grinned like she was a well-coveted jewel finally in his hands. It wasn’t the first time she had seen that grin. It was hers, tailored especially by him for every time he felt love bloom in his chest.

He kissed her, fingers touching her neck as the ropes touched the bare flesh of her chest and shoulders, teasing lightly. She shivered again, unable to conceal it as it rattled past her throat and stuttered against his lips. His grin grew.

‘Just the hands.’ She told Owen, blue eyes still wide as she held out her wrist again, elbows connected. She was uncertain, insisting that she wanted this as her hands shook. Owen nodded, accepting her conditions albeit surprised she wanted her hands confined. He kissed her softly, lips lingering as a hand reached around her back to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor in a silk puddle, Claire’s fingers twitching with a want to pick it up before it got damaged. Owen kicked it aside, mentally telling himself he’d pay for the dry cleaning and anything else it needed.

He bent, kneeling on the floor to remove each foot from her silver pumps sad to see them go but concerned about the state of their floors and the potential she had in twisting her ankle.

Owen traced the ropes over her body, accidentally at first before returning to touch it over her middle, not missing the way her muscles jumped before he caressed her sides and slid the ropes up her back. She was trembling, fear gone as lust pooled in her eyes. She tilted her head, neck bare to him as he placed a kiss on the cut of her chin, teasing but not giving.

She had gone underwear-less, Owen forgetting that small detail in the minutes since they had returned home, his heart in his throat as he grinned at her, humour developing into a smirk. His fingers found her elbows, tapping at the joint there as she returned her arms to their waiting position.

He was quick to bind her hands. An expert as he tugged to ensure the double column tie was done properly. Her wrists were facing each other, palms flat despite her movement being free. She could articulate movement in her fingers and her wrists, just couldn’t separate beyond where her radius and ulna met metacarpals. The tie was long, Owen wrapping the ropes several inches up her forearm. ‘You okay?’ He asked her, Claire’s eyes staring intensely at the beige coloured rope against her lily white skin. She nodded. ‘Good girl.’ He said it again, loving the way her lips parted, breath sliding between her lips.

This was his reward but he was focusing wholly on her.

He took a step back, eyeing the canopy above her bed. Owen would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of this before. Her apartment was the first real place she lived after college before Masrani swooped her up and moved her to Isla Nublar. She kept it along with the furniture that twenty-year-old Claire moved out of home with unable to afford anything new. The canopy bed was one of those things, Claire no longer in love with it like she had been as a younger woman. She promised him she was going to redecorate the space. Owen was going to be sad to see it go.

He flung the ropes around the top of the canopy, catching them on the other side as he pulled. Claire’s arms raised, body following the strength of his tug as he encouraged her arms above her head, thankful for the height of the canopy. She squeaked when he kept pulling, her body stretching until she was left to stand only on the balls of her feet.

Owen pulled the rope tight one last time before tying it off on the bedpost and coming back to stand in front of her. He bent at the waist, hand lingering between her knees, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, jacket discarded the second they stepped in the door. He tapped at her knees, encouraging her to spread them as Claire wordlessly did as she was told.

She stood before him, stretched, arms raised above her head, breasts rising up to meet him with the natural pull of her muscular tissue. Her stomach was smooth, edges of her ribs showing with the pull as her legs stood long and strong, trying not to twitch.

Now that he had her almost exactly how he wanted her, Owen didn’t know where to start. She was a dessert buffet waiting for him to take a bite of each offered treat as she watched him with burning eyes, breathing already laboured.

He kissed her with everything he had, thanking her without the words for the trust she was giving him. His large hands encompassed the swell of her breasts as he tore his mouth from hers to take an erect nipple between his lips. Claire sighed, sound stuttering from her chest as she squeezed and nipped, tongue flicking at her sensitive nub. He worked her skin until she whimpered, body trying to arch into his as Owen’s mouth disconnected from her breast with a steady pop. He kissed a trail from one peak to the next, taking his time as he revelled in the sounds she made, her body almost swaying.

His tongue was hot, inquisitive, rolling around her areola working her up before he gave her what she wanted, tongue flicking at her nipple, pinching the other between his fingers at the same time. Her body rocked, feet losing purchase on the wooden floors for a second as Owen pulled away, letting Claire steady herself as she whimpered at the loss of contact.

He grinned, kiss placed in the valley of her chest as he lowered himself to his knees, nipping at the smooth underside of her breast just to tease. Owen kissed his way down her stomach, his hands lingering behind her knees, cupping her calves as he zigzagged fat kisses across her skin. He stopped when his lips graced the soft curls between her hips. His hands rose, sliding up the backs of her legs and over the curve of her ass before he gripped down, squeezing at the soft flesh of her ass.

Owen pulled away. ‘Shibari holds aren’t always made to restrict movement as severe as your wrists.’ He told her, looking up to find Claire staring down at him. Lust twisted in his gut. She was meeting him with everything he threw at her, calm and collected, willing to participate fully. ‘Can I show you?’ He asked, a hand leaving her ass to reach for the extra pile of rope he had grabbed just in case, coils sitting on the floor by his hip.

Claire bit her lip, cheeks flushed beyond her make-up as she batted thick eyelashes at him. Her hair was falling loose, head pressed between her arms as an orange strand hung forward. He wanted to stand, to curl her hair around his fingers and kiss her until they were both numb. But, she was giving him this opportunity and there was no way he was going to let it pass him by.

Her nod was all he needed, perfect teeth pressed into her plump lip as she held his gaze. He kissed her hip, lips against the bone there before he reached for the ropes and started wrapping them around her waist. The drum harness was relatively simple for his taste but borderline advanced enough to be a little on the edge for Claire. He looped the rope around her hips and down her legs to squeeze gently around her thighs, skipping the mental step that let the rope sit between her legs, knot tied at the right length to press against her clit. It might have been too much for her and besides, he had other plans. Owen didn’t tighten the ropes as much as he was used to, leaving Claire some space to breathe and saving her soft skin from being marked too harshly. The ropes zigzagged from the top of the harness to the rings around her upper thighs, creating a pattern and further solidifying the structure. She hissed every time he pulled the rope around her thigh, his hand grazing past her sex or getting close enough that her body jumped with want. He had barely touched her, not as much as their usual foreplay and she was whimpering in anticipation.

‘How’s that feel?’ Owen asked, happy with his handy work as he rested one large hand on her hip, the other sitting on the inside of her knee.

‘Good.’ Claire whispered, barely able to find her voice as Owen’s hand pushed at her hip encouraging her body to move as he watched the rope tighten around her shifting skin. She sighed, sound following a small gasp.

Owen grinned, head tilted back to look at her. There was so much trust in her eyes, confidence building as she smiled at him sweetly. He wondered if she knew their night would end here, sex was on the cards but had Claire thought he would have her tied and bound by the end of the evening? His smile was slow, growing as he watched her breathe. Owen’s voice dropped an octave, bedroom voice in full force as it rumbled in his chest, practically vibrating through his hands. ‘You’re such a good girl, babe.’ His hand disappeared from her knee before it resurged between her legs, catching Claire off guard as a thick finger slid through her folds before rolling around her clit in a painfully slow swirling motion.

Her body lurched, curse falling from her lips as he swore her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It took her a minute to recover, Owen catching the twitch in her thigh as he pulled his hand away wondering if he had worked her up to the point that one touch had her coming. She was too quite for that to have been a real orgasm but every other part of her body told him she was close. Owen pulled away, hand dragging across her skin as he left a wet line along his path. ‘Owen,’ She whimpered, saying his name and nothing more. He knew what she wanted, her man returning to his full height, hands fiddling with his belt.

She was licking her lips, struggling to keep her feet stable as her thighs twitched and her knees buckled. ‘Shirt too.’ She told him when his belt hit the floor with a clunk. She tried to keep her voice stern but wavered, sound cracking with her demand.

‘How would you like me, ma’am?’ He asked cocky tilt to his voice to match his lopsided smirk. She should not have been the one in charge there. This was his domain, but Claire was the uncertain one, the one who needed to be convinced. He let her have some of the power. What else could she do with her hands constrained?

‘Unbuttoned, still on.’ She told him, the man toeing off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. He left his boxer briefs on, cock straining against the fabric as it throbbed. He was torturing her with delayed gratification, taking his time in removing his clothes. He could do the same to himself. He nodded, accepting her instruction as thick fingers pushed the buttons through each hole until he was done, standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of grey boxer briefs and a white business shirt gaping open its sleeves pushed up around his biceps. ‘Touch yourself?’ She asked quality of her voice caught between a question and a demand. Her eyes weren’t on his face on his freshly revealed chest, instead, she was eyeing off the bulge of his erection damn near salivating at the sight.

He obeyed, hand sliding down his chest, giving her a show as his fingers jumped over defined muscles, each of them twitching as he moved. Owen grasped the hot mass of his erection through his briefs not giving himself the satisfaction of hard pressure. Claire’s teeth were pressed into her lip so hard he was sure she was going to draw blood if she hadn’t already. He wanted her hands on him, missing the soft touch of her fingers in this game of foreplay. His hand retreated back up his stomach before he slid it past the waistband of his underwear, grabbing hold of his cock with a tight hand as he thrust his hips involuntarily. Owen’s moan was guttural, deep in the back of his throat as it vibrated along his vocal chords to touch Claire without his hands. She whimpered, the smallest of moans filtering past her lips in unison with his.

When Claire said he could have a reward, her hands twisted in his tie, he had planned on suspending her just as she is and spending the rest of the night eating her out until she had no other choice but to lift her legs from the floor as her orgasm took over. Exposing her to full suspension without her overthinking it. His plans changed with the way she whimpered and her pale skin, turning pink with heat contrasting against the colour of the ropes. He wanted to be selfish, needed to bury himself inside of her and never return as they chased a high until there was nothing left but one mind.

His briefs were gone, lust-addled mind not noticing that he had thrown them into the midsts of their shared room as his mouth clashed hungrily with hers. She matched his kiss with gusto, the both of them fighting for dominance as their teeth nipped and pulled and their tongues explored the depths of the others mouth like it was a whole new discovery.

She was soaking, thighs sticky as his hand returned to her folds stroking her softly, slowly, barely there at all before he took his pulsing cock into his hand and pushed it inside of her. Claire quivered, her whole body reacting as her head tilted back, stretching her neck for his nips and kisses, moan rippling across the thick air.

He stilled. He legs were unsteady beside his, her soft thigh in one hand as he raised it slightly to allow for a better entry. Nevertheless, her hips twisted, his hand trying to hold her steady as he pulled away from her warmth before sliding back in again. Her reaction was everything, her body responding in new ways, Claire not in complete control. She wasn’t hating it. He took that as a win. Owen tore his gaze away from where their bodies joined, lifting it to catch her eyes rolling into the back of her head, small voice in his mind promising he would be able to try this again.

Claire found her balance, one leg in his hand as she supported her weight on the canopy and hoisted herself up, locking her leg around his waist, pushing him in to the hilt. The ropes on her thighs pulled. He had given her room but not enough to spread herself around the width of his hips. She resisted pulling away, adjusting to the pressure as she focused on the steadily building climax that was bound to catch her off guard if she wasn’t careful.

Owen let go of her leg, both of them secure around him as his hands slid up her sides, one rolling over the curve of her breast again as he massaged the flesh in his hand. Never would he get over how perfect of a fit she was, their bodies made for each other despite the fact that he was built bigger than she was. Owen pinched her nipple, pulling a sharp sound from Claire as her eyes squeezed closed and her mouth remained open. She had committed herself to a long line of small pants and moans, breath leaving her lungs with every inward thrust, climbing higher when he picked up his pace.

She was close. He could feel her body twitching, her panting climbing in pitch as he slowed his movements just to prolong her release. ‘Fuck you.’ Claire hissed as he dropped his head to kiss her collarbone. Owen’s head snapped up, looking at her with wide eyes as he stopped moving. ‘I didn’t say stop.’ She told him after a beat, smile small on her cheeks as frustration blurred in her eyes. She wanted to come, wanted him to stop fucking with her and just fuck her.

He found his rhythm again, Claire twisting her hips in a small figure eight making him wonder how much the ropes were going to be digging in as she tried to grind her hipbone down against his, seeking out extra friction. Owen moved, leaning to the right as he anchored himself to her, one hand leaving her body as he reached for the rope tied around the bannister. He gave the loop a tug, managing to free it with a few flicks of his wrist as it came loose. He straightened, catching Claire bending her elbows as the rope gave way, allowing to bring her arms back down to earth. She lowered them over his head, wrists still joined, caging him in.

Their bodies were flush with the other, cheeks pressed together while she nipped at his jawline, kisses unfocused as her vision started to blur. Her arms squeezed around his neck, body going rigid as the softest little gasps for breath caught in her throat with an inward thrust one, two, three times before her orgasm snapped, whole body clenching down around him as she clung on tight, hips moving to meet his slow thrusts. ‘That’s my girl.’ He praised, kissing her cheek as her walls fluttered around him.

It was something else when the coil in her belly snapped, shattering across her body in cool waves set to soothe her skin. Owen always made her hot and bothered, always knew how to wind her up and set her spinning. There was a small thrill in her powerlessness, something enticing in letting him render her completely inactive. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea but it had not gotten in the way of her libido Claire’s arousal spiking the second her feet started to pull off the ground a second time.

Owen swore he heard Claire purr in his ear, her forehead dropping to his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. He wanted to feel her fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck, coaxing out his orgasm but he had tied her hands, leaving him with nothing but the feel of her ropes squeezing against his bare flesh at the back of his neck and against his hips. Each thrust, each movement of her thighs and touch of their bellies caused the ropes to rub against him, setting a fire across Owen’s skin as he chased the feeling course and soft, nowhere near as harsh on his skin as it had to have been on hers.

‘This was supposed to be your reward.’ Claire managed to tell him, a kiss pressed to his neck. Her touch climbing, lips finding a delicate spot behind his ear before her teeth took hold of his soft lobe. Owen grunted something she inferred as ‘you are my reward’. ‘I should have been sucking your dick or taking it in the ass.’ She told him bluntly, mouth unfiltered.

It was what she had expected when she pulled out that word in regards to his good behaviour.

Claire wasn’t sure if that was what had pushed him over the edge or something else but Owen was solid beneath her, hips stuttering as he came in hot bursts, his grunt tense and forced against her shoulder.

Owen’s hand found her cheek, pulling her head away from the crook of his neck as he stroked her soft skin, skin bright right. ‘Next time.’ He told her, his words a promise as he gave her a lazy smile followed by a peck on her lips. ‘Lets get you untied.’ He announced, moving on shaking legs to sit Claire on their bed, her arms moving to free him from her hold. She fell back on the bed, breath drifting from her lungs as she sighed dreamily.

Claire held her arms out to him, deciding that he could come to her as Owen knelt on their bed, leaning over to loosen off her ties. He tossed the rope on the floor with haste, attention turned to the impressions on her wrists as his hands massaged the indentations, trying to encourage blood flow that would allow her skin to return to normal. He kissed each pulse point, before letting go of her hands, leaving Claire’s arms to a fall by her sides.

He didn’t want to make her stand to remove the harness, part of him feeling sorry for suspending her for so long. Instead, Owen ran a hand over her hip before pushing at her thigh, encouraging Claire to twist her spine, lifting her hip off the mattress to greet him. His hand smoothed over her hip again before slipping across her ass and delivering a swift smack. She jolted, laughing at the small squeak that escaped her as she buried her face in her hands and the bed linen.

The harness was harder to remove, Owen managing to loosen it off to the point that he could just slide the rope down her legs. He kissed each hip before he did so, Claire flat on her back again as she wiggled for him, teasing smile on her face cute when matched with the flush of her orgasm across her chest and cheeks.

‘I missed my favourite part.’ He told her, pulling the harness down past her hips and to her knees. Claire hummed, unsure of what he meant, face pointed towards the ceiling. She missed her man’s grin, the lust back in his eyes as he leant forward making quick work of burying his face between her thighs. He chuckled when she gasped, body twitching in response as his humour vibrated across her skin, sensation focusing on her clit as the previously satisfied want in her belly reared its head again.

Her hands were in his hair before she could mentally respond, Owen slipping his tongue past her labia for the hell of it, content to explore her body regardless of if she had another orgasm or not. She let him, eyes closed, muscles relaxed as her hands sat in his hair, fingers scratching at his scalp.

‘You know,’ Claire started, voice breathless. ‘I was going to offer to make you breakfast in the morning, but I don’t think I am going to be able to move.’ He chuckled again mixed with a deep hum as the sound made her clench down, legs pushing against his shoulders.

‘You’ll suffice.’ He told her, raising his head to wink in her direction only to meet the roll of her eyes and the push of her hands telling him to go back to his task.

Claire sighed, every nerve in her body singing. He could ask to tie her up again, full body, thigh to calf muscle, arms to her sides and she would agree at that moment. She would make him eat, maybe after they sought out a similar earth-shattering release. It was supposed to be his reward, focused on his pleasure and not hers. Claire couldn’t deny wanting to spend their morning lazing in bed as he coaxed each and every sigh and moan out of her one by one across the hours. Maybe they could compromise. ‘I think we can arrange something.’ She told him instead, waiting for his nod against her thighs before she surrendered back to the feeling. Claire tried not to distract herself from his touch, losing her thoughts to his skilful tongue. She couldn’t help but hope the marks on her wrists would disappear before she had to go back to the office on Monday morning.

#clawen #jurassic world #claire dearing #owen grady #fallen kingdom #Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom #JW;FK #claire x owen #owen x claire #despite the odds #this is 5k long lololololololololololol and I wrote it drunk on the train

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You said prompts are always welcome :)))) how about "I got pulled by someone but he just wanted to make his flat mate jealous and now they're fucking it our of their systems and I've been left in the living room with an awkward boner and you're their other flat mate who witnessed what happened pls help me" NARRY

oh boy, oh anon, this got a bit out of hand… I hope you actually like this haha ✌💛🌞

the worst night of his life

narry fanfictionrating: explicitwords: 6940pairings: narry (side-lilo and brief larry let’s never talk about this again) (accidental and light daddy-kink )

Harrypractically falls through the door when Louis’ finally manages towiggle a hand behind him to open it. It’s not that easy with theirlips connected in such a messy kiss, all wet with a bit too muchtongue but Harry hasn’t been kissed in weeks and hasn’t had a shag inmonths so he doesn’t complain. He’s on the edge of being tipsy afterLouis bought him only two drinks and then asked him to go back to hisplace to fuck. Harry was briefly worried about being too easy butLouis’ hands on his arse were quite convincing.

Sonow they’re stumbling into Louis’ flat (that seems way too big forone person) and Harry gasps when he’s being pushed against the edgeof a table. He makes a little noise of complaint but Louis ignoreshim and grinds against Harry’s hips instead, letting out anexaggerated moan that echoes through the whole room.

Louisusually isn’t the type of guy Harry would go for but it’s just forfun anyway, so why not? After a few more awkward kisses and touchesHarry decides to just turn off his brain and let his body do therest, like dipping his fingers into Louis’ trousers to touch morenaked skin. God, it really has been too long since he has touchedsomeone and has been touched by someone. And Louis is definitely intoit, still making those obnoxiously loud noises while he tugs atHarry’s long curls and rolls his hips again. Harry whimpers when hefeels Louis press against his half-hard dick and he’s so ready tojust bend over the table and let Louis fuck him right there becauseapparently he’s not just that easy but also that desperate.

Butthen one of the quite many doors open and Louis’ rips away from hismouth, leaving Harry cold and confused. There’s a guy looking lividwhile he yells at Louis and Louis yells back at him like he’s done ita thousand times before. Harry’s alcohol muddled brain barely keepsup with what is being said.

“Doyou think this is a game?” The bloke growls with his handscurled into fists.

Louisjust snorts, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Whatisn’t?”

“You’resuch a fucking arsehole, has anyone ever told you that? Just becauseyou don’t care about what the world thinks of you doesn’t mean otherpeople see things the way you do! Not everyone can make thosesacrifices and pretend that the world can go fuck itself.”

“Jesus,Liam, I didn’t ask you to give up your life for me, I just asked youto tell your fucking friends!”

“AndI told you it’s not that easy,” Liam hisses and now he’s almostnose to nose with Louis. “I see them at work, too, and what willyou do if I lose my job? Who will pay your share of the rent, huh?”

“Fuckyou,” Louis almost spits into his face. “I never needed afucking sugar daddy, I just needed my best friend, my boyfriend,not to be ashamed of me.”

Liamgroans in frustration. “And I told you that’s not it, I told youa thousand times. When will that ever get into your thick brain,huh?”

Harrycan see how Louis’ shoulders are trembling with anger (or maybesomething else). “You can talk all you want, Liam. It’s theactions that count.”

There’ssomething taunting in Louis’ voice that Liam picks up on immediately,eyes flashing dangerously. “Is that why you’re cheating on me?Are trying to make a point? That’s pathetic.”

Louisholds up one finger in front of Liam’s face. “First of all,you’re not my boyfriend anymore so it can’t be called cheating,”then he raises a second one, almost shoving it into Liam’s eye,“second of all, I’m alwayspathetic you fucking donut!”

Harryblinks, not quite sure how it happened because he’s pretty sure heonly blinked once, but suddenly they’re grabbing each other’s facesand kiss so desperately they almost fall over. But they don’t. Liamis pulling Louis toward the bedroom instead, the one he just came outof, muttering strings of “Fuck you”or “I love you”into his mouth (Harry is not quite sure which one it is, maybe it’sboth).

Thedoor closes with a bang and then Harry is just left stare standing,staring at the wood like it’s an enchanted cupboard that leads intoanother world where he doesn’t feel like a piece of crap. Wow,he thinks. That’s a first.

He’sheard rumours of this technique before, about making out with somerandom person to make your crush jealous. It’s something he has alsoseen in movies before, something that made him sit on the edge of hisseat because he loves romcoms and all the fake drama and the sweetslow burn until they’re finally together.

Whatnone of these movies ever depicted is how shittyit is to be the onewho is used to make someone else jealous. They don’t even explain howthe fuck this person is supposed to find their way home now. Harrywas so busy snogging Louis on the bus he doesn’t even know where heis. At least no one else witnessed this disaster.

Butas if on cue (because apparently the universe hates Harry), anotherdoor opens and a boy with damp blonde hair steps out of the bathroom,rubbing a towel over his head. He wears nothing but a pair ofsweatpants and a tank top, humming something to himself that soundslike a lot like Bryan Adam’s summer of 69and they instantly lock eyes.

Hestops dead in his tracks when he sees Harry still standing there likea fucking idiot with an uncomfortable boner and his floral shirt halfunbuttoned (though it always looks like that). They look at eachother and the boy frowns at Harry, mouth opening to ask a questionbut then Louis moans loudly from behind the door and his mouth snapsshut again. Harry feels his face grow incredibly hot when the guy’seyes flicker between him and the door and he finally makes theconnection.

Harryfeels so humiliated he wants to die and he prays to any god who willlisten to just let the ground swallow him whole so no one will everknow about the worst night of his life.

“Shit,”the guy curses and rubs the towel over his hair one more time beforehe drapes it over his shoulder and beckons Harry over. “Comeon,” he says and moves to open another door that probably leadsto his own bedroom. And since Harry doesn’t know what else to do hetakes the offer like a drowning man in search for an island or someshit like that.

Theroom is small and cosy with a desk that is so loaded you can’t evensee the surface and a chair that has become a closet for every pieceof clothes this guy owns. There’s an Irish flag above the bed thatHarry quite likes and the soft light from the desk lamp makes himrelax a little. This room kind of feels like safe space.

“Sitdown with me.”

Theguy is already sitting cross-legged on his bed and pats the spot infront of him. Harry bites at his lips because he’s not quite surewhat the guy is trying to do but then he just toes out of his shoesand joins him anyway.

“So,are you alright? My name’s Niall.” Harry can hear his accentnow, it’s a really nice one.

“Harry,”he provides quietly and rubs his nose so he doesn’t start to cry.

“Niceto meet you, Harry. And I’m sorry about Louis, he’s the biggest knobin the world but I didn’t think he’d pull something like that. It’sshitty and I’m sorry you got caught up in it.”

Harryjust tries to shrug it off and plays with a loose thread on Niall’sduvet. “It’s okay. I didn’t plan for my evening to end like thisbut… it’s okay.”

“It’snot okay,” Nialll huffs and when Harry looks up he can see himglare at the wall like he’s superman with his x-ray vision and cansee exactly what Louis and Liam are up to. “They’re a fuckingnightmare to have as flatmates and an even worse couple but theycan’t seem to live without each other. Last week Louis broke Liam’sphone so he’d lose all his contacts and the week before that Liamthreatened to beat up a guy who was flirting with Louis. Which ishilarious because Liam once cried because he accidentally killed aspider that he wanted to carry outside. Louis kinda wormed his wayinto Liam’s heart and now it’s a never-ending drama with them.”

Harrylistens to the story and now it makes absolutely sense why Louisinsisted to go to his place even though Harry’s was closer, why hewas being unnecessary loud and why he told Harry at the club that hewas perfect because helooked nothing like him. Buthis stupid tipsy ass didn’t care and now he’s in this mess. GreatJob, Harry.

“Sorry,”Niall says when he notices that Harry doesn’t comment on it. He’s notsaying anything, really. “Do you want a cup of tea or something?I can even fix you some food, though I gotta warn you, I’m a shitcook.”

Harryfrowns at that because everyone should know how to cook, it’s vitalunless you don’t care whatever shit you put into your body. Nialldoesn’t look like he doesn’t care, he’s quite toned with nice armsand… well, he looks fit. Which doesn’t help with the boner thatHarry is still having. He probably needs a cold shower.

“I’mfine thanks–” He cuts himself off and his eyes widen when theyhear the first moan drifting over from the other room. It’s highpitched like someone’s being sweetly tortured and then he groans Fuckyes, Liam and Harry wants toactually die. His cheeks turn a few shades darker and he hides hisface in both hands. He’s so fucking embarrassedhe can’t even function properly.

“Erm,I’m gonna put on some music, yeah?” Niall’s blushing a littlehimself like he’s embarrassed on Louis’ and Liam’s behalf and thathelps a little at least.

Niallcrouches down in front of his stereo, the only expensive thing inthis room – no wait, that’s not true. Harry spots a guitar leaningagainst the wall, free of dust and shining brightly like it’s beentaken proper care of. Harry wonders if Niall would play something forhim if he pretended to cry. But that would be just as shitty aspulling someone to make someone else jealous. So he holds back thetears and just sniffs a little until Niall has put on a song loudenough to drown out the sounds Liam and Louis make.

“TheChain!” Harry blurts out because he fucking loves the song andeven manages to smile at Niall when he slumps back down on the bed, alittle comfier this time, so Harry makes himself more comfortabletoo, with one leg thrown over the edge of the bed and the other stilltucked underneath his thigh.

“Ilove Fleetwood Mac,” Niall says with a grin. “My band and Icover a few of their songs sometimes.”

“You’rein a band?” Harry asks and his eyes flicker over to the guitaragain. “Yeah, makes sense. Do you just play?”

“Ising sometimes,” Niall shrugs. “We don’t really have ourown songs yet.”

“So,are you any good?”

Harrytries not to stare when Niall laughs because first of all, it’s agreat laugh and second of all, he looksgreat when he laughs.

“Nah,we’re probably shit. But it’s fun, so.” He shrugs. “It’sjust a hobby anyway. I’m studying sound engineering, that’s why Istill have to put up with shitty flatmates.”

Harryhums, nodding to himself. “I’m studying law. Doesn’t leave muchroom for hobbies but I always loved to sing. Probably have a betterflatmate though, Zayn’s barely home but he always pays the rent ontime.”

Niallgroans like he’s jealous. “Can we switch?”

Harrylaughs. “No way, that would be even more awkward than it alreadyis.”

There’sa serious look on Niall’s face this time, it almost looks stubborn.“Honestly, Harry, listen to me: If anyone should be embarrassedit’s Louis, not you. Can’t believe he even managed to pull someonelike you, you’re way out of his league.”

Harrycan’t help but snort and brushes a few strands of hair behind hisear, mirroring the grin Niall is giving him. He’s trying to cheerHarry up and he wants Niall to know that it’s appreciated. Niall nodsat him approvingly and shifts a little closer with his tongue stuckbetween his teeth so he can poke Harry in the ribs.

Hemakes a strangled noise. “What was that for?”

“Youjust look very pokable,” Niall says, still grinning and Harrycan’t stop grinningback. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s still a little drunk or ifhe just feels very comfortable around Niall. So comfortable in factthat he already forgets about Louis and Liam and concentrates on themusic instead, singing along to the chainwith his upper body rocking to the beat of it.

Nialljoins him by humming some harmonies under his breath, moving hisfingers to the right chords of the song like he would with his guitarand then they’re just jamming together and Harry feels a littlelighter, so light he might just fall off the bed.

“Careful,”Niall laughs and keeps him steady by getting a hold of both of hishands.

“I’malways careful,” Harry lies but he’s such a bad liar that even astranger calls him out on it.

“Ifeel like that’s a complete lie,” Niall snorts while the songchanges to Landslide.“I bet you trip over your own feet like an oversized puppy.”

“I’mnot. I even do some boxing.”

Niall’seyes flicker to his arms immediately, like he’s trying to see themuscles underneath the awful print. But Harry loves awful prints andhe’s not ashamed of it.

“Areyou any good?” Niall asks with a raised eyebrow and Harry jutshis chin out in defiance.

“I’mamazing!”

“Yeah,sure,” Niall chuckles to himself. “But I’m sure you’rebetter at singing. Honestly, you sound great, have you ever thoughtabout joining a band?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Harrytilts his head. “What, yourband?”

“Sure,”Niall says and tilts his head in the same direction. “You need aproper hobby, don’t you? Boxing is lonely and you study lawwhich can’t be that exciting.” Harry can’t really argue withthat. “Don’t you think you could use a change of scenery?”

Insteadof answering Harry just throws his head back and sings loudly, “WellI’ve been afraid of changin’ ‘cause I’ve built my life around you,but time makes you bolder even children get older and I’m gettingolder, too… Oh, I’m getting older, too.”

Harryalmost gets lost in the music like he always does. Doesn’t matter ifhe’s listening to it on his way to class or during a workout. Noteven the shower is safe from him and his performances and when he’scooking he sings the list of ingredients to the tune of BritneySpears. Also, the best part about Christmas is singing Christmassongs with his sister. Fuck,music takes up so much space in his life, he didn’t even realise ituntil Niall pointed it out.

WhenHarry tips his head forward again and opens is eyes Niall is evencloser, his hands still squeezing Harry’s. It surprises him so muchthat he feels himself lean forward as well, it’s pure instinctbecause Niall is so fit and he smells so good since he came fresh outof the shower and Harry probably smells like a liquor store and thatdoesn’t seem to bother him at all.

“CanI kiss you?” Niall asks quietly, all serious now and on the edgeof desperate. It makes Harry’s head swim and his heart pound. Evenhis dick almost swells back into fullness just from that question.

“Yes,please,” he says politely because his mother said to always bepolite.

Niallsmiles and lets his hand smooth over Harry’s wrists and up to hisarms to get a better hold of him and just haul him into Niall’s lap.He goes willingly, eagerly, and smashes their mouths together beforehe can even straddle Niall.

Harryis so much taller than him, so he has to hunch over to kiss himproperly and Niall’s head is tipped back all the way to kiss himback. It’s already so much better than kissing Louis and that hasnothing to do with skill, Harry has kissed enough people to knowthat. Kissing always involves two people and those two people have tofit together in order to be ‘good at kissing’. Niall might be shit atkissing in general but Harry wouldn’t care because he’s greatat kissing Harry and that’s all that matters to him right now. Heenjoys the slow drag of their lips, the hint of teeth grazing hisbottom lip whenever they move their heads to change the angle.

They’recompletely in sync and Harry breathes little needy moans againstNiall’s lips, squeezing his thighs together like he’s preventinghimself from grinding into his lap. He’s holding back, he knows heis, because he doesn’t want to be a charity case here, he doesn’twant Niall to feel sorry for him, he just wants to be wanted. That’swhat he always wants.

“Doyou want me to fuck you?” Niall whispers against Harry’s lips,hands roaming his back. “I’d fuck you good until you scream.What do you say, hm? Do you want Louis to hear what he’s missing outon?”

Harrymoans and wriggles on Niall’s lap, already feeling hot all over. Fuckyes, he doesn’t just want to be fucked, he wants to be claimed and towash away the humiliation from earlier. Because Niall doesn’t look athim like he’s a second choice, like he’s bait for someone else. Hiseyes are so wide and blue, so hungry for Harry like he’s the fuckingjackpot. Harry’s always a fucking sap when he’s had alcohol but hethinks he might be able to fall in love with that look on Niall’sface. He’s definitely able to get fucked by Niall, that’s not even aquestion.

ButNiall is still just looking because Harry hasn’t given him an answeryet and the fact that he waits for consent, that he even asked if hecould kiss Harry, makes his cock jump with need.

“Howsturdy is your bed?” He asks instead and Niall’s patience turnsinto shy confidence.

“Haven’tfound out yet. I usually don’t take people home.” His fingersmove up under the hem of Harry’s shirt, trailing over his bare skin.

Harryfeels himself shudder and carefully drapes his arms around Niall’sneck, “Good thing I was already here then. Now let’s find out.”

Niallblindly grabs for the remote of his stereo to turn it off before helets it drop to the floor and kisses Harry again. It’s rougher thistime, with more tongue and teeth but not too much, it’s just rightand Harry feels like he could get off just from kissing Niall. Well,and maybe from rutting against him like a brainless animal becauseNiall tastes so good, smells so good and feelsso good, he doesn’t know what else to do. But Niall doesn’t seem tomind, he’s already growing hard himself. There are hands popping thelast few pathetic buttons on Harry’s shirt before it’s shoved overhis shoulders and he’s half naked.

“Come'ere,” Niall mutters and breaks away from Harry’s lips to drapeone arm around his waist and flip them over.

Harrymakes a surprised noise when he’s suddenly on his back with a heavilypanting Niall on top of him. His eyes and hands follow every line ofHarry’s body, starting from his hip over his stomach to Harry’schest. He’s swallowing hard as he re-draws the tattoos on his skinand Harry just lets him.

“Fuck,I want to get my mouth on every inch of you but I don’t think thenight is long enough,” he says like it’s just a normalthing to say even though it’s not and Harry stares at him like he’sinsane and wants nothing more than to be infected with it.

“Just.Just start anywhere you like,” Harry whines and squirms on theduvet so he can push his hip against Niall’s.

Niallis only grinning and lets his fingers trail over Harry’s arms, downto his wrists. He pins them above Harry’s head in one swift motionand bends down to kiss him at the same time. It immediatelyextinguishes any will in Harry to break free, he just goes bonelessinstead, breathing through his nose as Niall kisses all the words andnoises out of his mouth.

“You’reso fucking pretty, you know that?” Niall murmurs against Harry’smouth before he licks back into it. He’s not so careful anymore, notso composed and when he moves around, Harry can feel how hard he inhis sweatpants. It would be nice to touch him, to circle his fingersaround him and feel how big he is, to find out how much he’s going totake up his arse in a minute.

There’sthe faint noise of a bed creaking in the other room but Harry quicklyforgets about it, tunes it out completely when Niall lets go of hishands to shift back on his legs and open his trousers. It takes a bitof effort to get them off but when Harry is completely naked heshivers with Niall’s mouth leaving kisses on his skin as he crawlshis way up Harry’s body (of course he leaves out Harry’s desperatelythrobbing dick).

“Fuck,”Niall curses and stares at Harry like he did something odd.

“What?”He asks, suddenly anxious that he fucked up. But he didn’t even doanything, did he?

“You’reso good for me already,” Niall says in awe and kisses alongHarry’s arm with pleased little noises rumbling in his throat untilthey reach– oh. Now Harry understands. He’s talking about the wayHarry just kept his hands above his head, even when Niall let go ofhim. His fingers curled around the little rods of the headboard oninstinct, he didn’t even think about it. But it seems to drive Niallmad with want so he better pretends to have done it on purpose.

“Iwanted to fuck you on your hands and knees,” Niall growls intothe skin on his neck, tormenting it with bites like they’re a treat(and oh, they are to Harry). “But now I really want to look atyou while I take you apart piece by piece.”

“Niall,”Harry whimpers, body jerking against him. “You’re not even nakedyet.”

“Hmm,I think I like it when you’re naked and I’m not.”

“Niall,”he complains a little louder which only makes Niall chuckle.

“Alright,no teasing. I think Louis teased you enough today. Fucking dick moveof him, god, I reallywant to hate him but it means I get to have my way with you so Idon’t really know what to do.”

Hepresses his thumb into the fresh bruise he just left on Harry’s neck,making him gasp. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Ah,”Niall says. “Right, that’s what I wanted to do.”

Hisfingers wrap loosely around Harry’s dick, nothing else, just toground him as he leans over to his night-stand to provide a bottle oflube and a condom. It kind of works though, Harry expects to go wildwith the faintest touch but Niall excites him and calms him down atthe same time.

“Tellme what you like,” Niall asks while he coats his fingers withlube. “I don’t know you yet, but I want to make you feelgood.”

Harrycan’t really think, the word yet making his fuzzy brain ponderall the possibilities. But Niall’s finger is already teasing the rimof his hole, his eyes watching Harry carefully.

“Ilove being stretched out until it’s just enough,” he finallysays when he meets Niall’s eyes. “Just enough so I can stillfeel it when you fuck me. I like when it’s too–” He gasps atthe first finger entering him. “Too much. I like it rough but Ialso love going slow, I…” He trails off for a moment andcloses his eyes when Niall slides his finger in and out. “I wantto be taken care of—fuck! Niall.”

Theother boy grins and licks over his teeth as he repeats the movementthat barely grazes Harry’s prostate.

“Notyet, but good thing I already found it.”

Harrygroans. “You’re the worst.”

“Maybe,”Niall murmurs and gives Harry a look that he doesn’t know where toplace. “But I think you’ll love it.”

“Fuck.”

Hisfingers tighten around the headboard as Niall keeps stretching himout, adding a second and third finger with softly spoken words thathave Harry keen and writhe on the bed. Who knew that asking what helikes could be such a turn on? He has been in countless situationsbefore where he felt like he couldn’t say anything. He didn’t hate itbut sometimes he didn’t enjoy it, he just endured it until the lessnice parts were over. With Niall it was completely different, hemakes it so easy to just say it out loud and he doesn’t feel bad forguiding him when he gets it wrong. Not that there’s anything Nialldoesn’t nail on first try.

Harrycloses his eyes and takes a deep breath when Niall finally strips outof his clothes and then quickly climbs back between Harry’s legs toroll on the condom and sink into him, careful and slow. His handssqueeze Harry’s sides and keep him warm and steady as he bottoms out,breath catching in both of their throats. It’s just the way Harrylikes it, stretched enough but with a slight burn that makes himsquirm underneath the body on top of him.

Whenhe opens his eyes he can see Niall watch him with a trembling jaw,like he’s barely holding himself together. He’s waiting and Harry’sheart jumps with arousal and affection for this guy that he just met.He loosens his hands from the headboard because they’re starting toache but also because he wants to hold Niall.

“Youcan move.” Harry doesn’t recognises his own voice, he sounds sowrecked already. “Come on.”

“Roughor slow?” Niall whispers against his lips but doesn’t kiss him.It’s driving Harry mad.

“Rough,”Harry decides right then and there, digging his nails into Niall’sback to urge him on.

Niallpulls almost all the way out before he thrusts back into him,stealing Harry’s breath once more before he gives in and kisses him,teeth catching Harry’s lower lip. He starts with a quick pace andHarry loves it. He wants Niall to know how much and tells him betweenkisses, whenever there is enough air in his lungs. Doesn’t matterthat he can’t really think straight and that it’s more gibberish thanactual words.

“Youfeel so good,” Harry whimpers when Niall changes the rhythm andfucks harder into him, face pressed into his neck now.

“Ifeel like that’s my line,” Niall gasps, hands skimming downHarry’s body to grab his thighs and jerk his hips forward.

“Ohfuck, fuck.” Harry’s hand grabs at Niall’s bleached hair.“Fuck you, get your own line.”

Niallcackles into Harry’s skin and he can’t help but laugh, too, which isridiculous. Sex with Niall is fun and that’s a word he hasnever associated with this kind of activity. Sex is usually hot andgood or very awful but never fun.

“Alright,”Niall says and stops moving, which makes Harry complain and squirm onthe bed. “Jesus, you’re such a little monster aren’t you? Can’teven keep still for a moment while daddy is catching his breath.”

And– oh. Harry did not expect that. He didn’t, but now the words haveslipped out of Niall’s mouth and they make him shiver all over, makehis cock twitch where it’s trapped between their bodies as heproduces a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

Niallbraces himself on his hands to stare down at Harry like he didn’teven mean to say it, but when he sees what the words did to Harry hiseyes grow dark.

“Didyou like that, too?” He asks and rocks back onto his kneeswithout pulling out of Harry, who’s still moving around so Niallgrabs at the fat on his hips to keep him still. It’s that groundingfeeling again, the certainty of being in good hands, the best handshe could possibly be in and Niall has very nice hands. They’reso rough and calloused and Harry wants to die on the spot becausehaving Niall’s dick in him like this, having Niall’s eyes roam hisbody in fascination, it’s enough to drive him close to the edge. Onlyhis neglected cock stands between himself and a mind-blowing orgasm,he can tell.

“Yeah,you liked that,” Niall realises with an intrigued growl and thenhe rolls his hips to watch Harry arch off the bed in pleasure. “Youreally, really liked that.”

“Please,”Harry breathes and brushes away a few strands of hair that stick tohis face. “Please don’t stop.”

“No?You still want it rough, baby?”

Harrynods so fast his head hurts and tries to reach out for Niall with onehand while he props himself up with the other, dragging theirforeheads together.

“Pleasefuck me, daddy,” he says in a shy voice that has Niall groanlike he’s in pain.

“Ohgod, okay, jesus. Come here, babe.” He catches Harry’s mouth ina kiss before he can say anything else, thrusting his hips at thesame time to fuck him deep and raw. “Such a good boy,” hemutters and Harry is about to faint from how well he’s being fucked.It’s like the alcohol has evaporated a long time ago, theintoxication he’s feeling coming from Niall and how great his dickfeels each time he rocks back into him.

“More,”he whispers and falls onto his back again when Niall pushes at thehollows of his knees and almost bends Harry in half. That’s it,that’s it. Niall’s dick finally rubs over his prostate and itmakes Harry grow restless. He stops his arms from flailing around bygrabbing his own hair with one hand and clawing at his face with theother, his little finger trapped between his teeth.

“Shit,how are you– so hot. Louis is a fucking idiot, I can’t believe helet you slip through his fingers.” There’s sweat gathering onNiall’s forehead, his still damp hair plastered to it as he givesHarry these looks that make him blush. He wants to be good for Nialland he basks in the attention he’s receiving. Niall can’t even blink,can’t look anywhere else and Harry loves every minute of it. “Youcan be as loud as you want, love. Let them hear, yeah? I want them tohear how much my boy is enjoying himself. Come on, Harry.”

Hecaresses the back of Harry’s thigh before he finally reaches for hiscock that needs to be touched so desperately. Harry could’ve done ithimself but he wanted to last longer for Niall, he didn’t want tocome yet, didn’t want the night to end. This night, that somehow hasturned from the worst night of his life to the best night of hislife.

Niallgives him a firm stroke, thumb circling over the swollen tip andHarry lets out a choked cry as he writhes on the duvet with his nailsdigging firmly into cheek. It’s so different from all the other timesHarry has hooked up and it has never been so hard to keep his bodyand his thoughts together. Niall’s words, the sounds every time hiships meet Harry’s, Niall’s eyes worshipping his body, it makes Harryforget about his less exciting and mostly troubled life. Which inturn reminds him why he wanted to get drunk and hook up with someonein the first place.

“Louder,”Niall demands, sounding less controlled and more like he’s about tocome. “Do you know why I want them to hear? It’s not–” hetakes a deep breath but his words come out jerky anyway from the wayhe’s fucking into Harry. “It’s not for my sake it’s for yours.Louis, he should be taught a lesson, yeah? He shouldn’t fuck withpeople like that. And I want him to know, that… that you can have agood time without him. You’re having a good time yeah? How does myboy feel?”

“Sofucking good,” Harry breathes and then whimpers when Niall pullsaway from his cock and his thigh to lightly slap his arse. He holdson to it painfully hard, but it’s just the right amount of painfuland Harry would have no trouble telling Niall if it wasn’t.

“Language,”he groans, which has Harry half-moaning and half-laughing.

“Sorry,sorry! So good. Feels so good,” he corrects himself and now thathis legs are free again he spreads them a little wider, causing Niallsink deeper into him.

“Fuck,”Niall chokes out because apparently he’s the only one allowed tocurse and somehow that turns on Harry even more and has him groanlouder. “I take it back, fuck them, I want you all for myself.”

It’senough, all of it is enough to make the heat coil in the pit ofHarry’s stomach. Niall recognises the moment and quickly curls hishand back around Harry’s dick, stroking him as fast as he fucks himand then the heat simply unravels again, making Harry’s mouth fallopen as he comes hard. He feels his toes curl in the duvet and he canonly hold his breath for a moment before the moans fall from hismouth, loud and unapologetic

“That’sit, there’s my good boy. So pretty, so fucking pretty I can’t even–oh god.”

Harrycan’t help but feel a little disappointed when he calms down from hisorgasm and notices that Niall already came and is currentlyrecovering from it with his head fallen back and his chest rising andfalling in quick motions. Harry didn’t want to miss it but he’s alsovery pleased that he could make Niall come at all.

Theireyes lock a moment later and it kind of brings them back intoreality. A reality where Harry is not Niall’s boy and they’repainfully aware of the silence in the other room. Harry feels sore,his legs are aching and he nervously bites at his bottom lip, notsure how to read the look Niall is giving him. But then the cornersof his lips turn up into a smile and the knot in Harry’s chestloosens instantly, making him mirror the expression until they’rechuckling and giggling.

Harryis still kind of out of it and barely notices Niall pulling out andgetting rid of the condom. But he feels the faint sensation of a wetcloth cleaning up the mess on his stomach before a warm body slipsback into bed with him. Niall’s struggling a bit to get the duvet outfrom under Harry, yanking at it and laughing when Harry just sprawlsacross it like a star fish to make it extra hard.

“Brat,”is what he mumbles against Harry’s ear when he’s finally able to pullit over both of them.

ToHarry’s delight Niall just curls around his back and pulls himagainst his chest where it’s still a little sweaty but mostly warmand cosy. Other guys either tend to not cuddle at all or let him bethe big spoon because he’s so tall but Niall doesn’t care, he presseshis face into the back of Harry’s neck, leaving kisses on his skinwhile telling him to go to sleep. And well, there’s nothing elseHarry can do because he’s so tired and pleasantly exhausted, hisbrain completely wiped from anything that ever bothered him.

Theyfuck again in the morning, though Harry doesn’t really want to callit fucking. It wasn’t even planned, Harry just kept wriggling hisarse until Niall was hard again and asked him quietly if he wanted itrough or slow. Harry picked slow this time and turned around to kissNiall lazily while he was opened up with three fingers.

That’show they end up on their sides with Harry’s leg hooked over Niall’ship as he keeps rocking in and out of Harry. They’re not in a rushand Niall’s movements are so gentle and slow that Harry almost fallsasleep again. Not because it’s bad, it’s just so nice and soft andHarry easily goes pliant in Niall’s arms. They are looped around hisbody, fingers splayed over his back.

“Lovehow you feel around me, baby,” Niall whispers and leaves kisseson his cheek, his jaw. “Don’t worry, daddy is taking care ofyou. Do you want a proper kiss?”

Thewords let the heat curl in Harry’s body all over again and make itquite obvious that he didn’t just enjoy them because of last night’salcohol.

“Yesplease,” Harry hums against Niall’s mouth. It’s not proper, it’sjust very sweet the way Niall pours himself into the kiss and Harry’sheart actually flutters a little. Woah.

“Howclose are you?” Niall murmurs after pulling back.

“Dunno.Close…? Want you to come inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Wantme to fill you up?”

“Mhm.”Harry nods, which is ridiculous since Niall’s wearing a condom.“Need you, daddy.”

“Fuck.Be a good boy and come with me then.”

Harrywhimpers. “I can’t.” He doesn’t actually know if he can orcan’t because Niall is going so slow and it doesn’t feel like there’sa build-up to anything but then he feels Niall’s hand sneakingbetween them and his head lolls back in pleasure. “Oh.”

“Thereyou go, come for daddy. Just for me this time, I know you can.”

AndHarry does. It’s just a tiny orgasm compared to last night but itmakes him feel fuzzy around the edges and he’s actually consciousenough to feel it spread in his body until he’s trembling with it.He’s giving a soft sigh while he burrows himself deeper into Niall’sarms and enjoys the little jerking motions as he comes as well.

Theyjust stay like that for several minutes or hours, Harry can’t tell,but at some point he hears two people bickering outside of the doorlike an old married couple, hears cupboards being opened and closedagain. Harry couldn’t care any less. He watches Niall through hoodedeyes but Niall is too focused on the little bruises he left onHarry’s neck and shoulder, kissing them while brushing back his hair.

Harryhasn’t felt this calm and sated in ages and it suddenly hits him thatthis might end any second when Niall decides to throw him out of hisbed. And he didn’t even have the chance yet to convince Niall not todo that. All Niall did yesterday was ask him what he likes. He tookcare of Harry and Harry never bothered to ask what he likes.

“Ilike fucking pretty boys,” Niall says when Harry blurts out thequestion like a scared teenager asking for his crush to hold hishand.

“Ohreally?” Harry mutters, not exactly happy with the plural inNiall’s answer.

“Mhm,”Niall hums and runs a delicate finger up and down Harry’s thigh thatis still thrown over his hip. “I also like dating prettyboys.”

Harry’sfrown deepens and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Boy. As inone boy, which is me. You should date me.”

Healready loves the lazy smile that appears on Niall’s face as he presses themcloser together. “Sounds good. I think I’d like that even more.”

Harrynods and decides to be brave by leaning in for a kiss that has Niallmoan in a completely non-sexual way. It’s more like he’s tastingreally good food, which makes Harry realise how hungry he actuallyis. Especially when the smell of coffee reaches him.

“So…”Niall looks very pleased after they break apart. “Now thatwe’ve settled that: Are you ready to have the most awkward breakfastin your entire life?”

Harrygives him a look. “It’s only as awkward as we make it, Niall.And I want to make it very awkward… for them.”

Niall’ssmile turns into a grin and then into a laugh and Harry joins him amoment later.

Yeah,definitely the best night of his life.

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Gifts of All Kinds

Title: Gifts of All Kinds Author: RandomWriter57 Rating: G Word Count: 5,566 Summary: Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the town, A goblin cart rode, Letting presents rain down.

Or, Sorey and Mikleo deliver presents to their friends on Christmas Eve, whilst hoping their Christmas wishes will come true.

Notes: Happy holidays everyone! So I recently found the Asteria Christmas outfits for Sorey and Mikleo and I couldn't resist writing a oneshot where the two of them wear those outfits. It kind of spiralled into this. I hope you all enjoy it! Wishing you all the best for the end of 2017 and all of 2018! Also on: AO3

Mikleo wishes he hadn’t agreed to this.

To be fair, Sorey’s ideas aren’t usually this regrettable. With Sorey’s ideas, there’s generally a clear indication of when Mikleo needs to put his foot down.

For whatever reason, he hadn’t thought this plan required such a thing. Perhaps because he hadn’t understood what it fully entailed, at the time.

Now, as he stands in Sorey’s room, dressed in red and white, he knows he was wrong.

“Do I really have to wear this?” he asks, picking at the soft fabric of his red jacket, which is lined with a white faux fur.

“Of course you do! It won’t be as good if you don’t,” calls Sorey from inside the bathroom, where he is currently changing into his own outfit.

Mikleo has to admit, the quality of the outfit isn’t bad: the fabric is soft and warm, and the styling isn’t the worst that he’s seen. The long jacket looks nice when paired with the knee-length beige boots and white trousers he’s been given. No, it’s the accessories which put him off, especially in addition to the purpose for which these outfits will be used.

He flicks the reindeer antlers on his head, and the bells attached to the holly jingle merrily.

“Going to people’s houses at this time of night was a bad enough idea,” Mikleo says, “but wearing this is going to make it even more ridiculous.”

The door to the en-suite bathroom clicks open, and Sorey’s reply is clearer, this time. “You don’t look ridiculous. It actually really suits you!”

Turning to the source of the sound, Mikleo pauses at the sight of his friend. If Mikleo supposedly suits his own outfit, he has nothing on Sorey, who owns the outfit as if it was styled specifically for him. His red jacket is slightly different from Mikleo’s, with a far larger hood and white puffball buttons, paired with red trousers and black boots. Atop his head sits a red santa hat, which is a far more sophisticated piece of headwear than that which Mikleo wears, in Mikleo’s opinion.

He actually looks like he’s meant to be a sort of modern Santa Claus, whereas Mikleo just looks silly.

Sorey frowns and moves over to Mikleo, scrutinising his outfit. “You forgot the bell.”

“But that’s the worst part-”

Before Mikleo can protest any more, Sorey picks up the large yellow bell from where Mikleo left it on Sorey’s bed, slipping the green bow over his head. It’s a bit of fuss, considering he doesn’t remove the antlers before he attempts this, but he eventually succeeds. It falls on Mikleo’s collarbone, between the lapels of his jacket. Mikleo glares at Sorey, then transfers this glare towards the bell, as though it is the one who has wronged him.

“Don’t look like that,” Sorey says with a laugh. “It looks great! Perfect, even.”

“Says the one who actually has a decent outfit!”

“You’re meant to be a reindeer! You can’t be a reindeer without a jingle bell.” He taps the bell for added effect, though its sound is muted against Mikleo’s chest.

“I already have bells on the antlers,” Mikleo says. As if for added effect, the bells chime along with the movement of his head when he looks back up at Sorey. “The whole town is going to hear me coming a mile away.”

Sorey cocks his head to the side with an expression entirely too innocent for the one who purchased these outfits in the first place. “Isn’t that the point, though? That’s why Santa has bells on his sleigh- Oh, that reminds me!”

Before Mikleo can ask what he’s planning now, Sorey grabs his hand and pulls him out of his room, heading through the flat into the living room. The feeling of Sorey’s gloved hand against Mikleo’s bare one might have been comforting, if he wasn’t already dreading finding out the next part of the plan.

When they reach the living room, Sorey drops Mikleo’s hand and heads to the opposite side of the small room, where something stands, covered by a thick red cloth. He grabs the cloth and pulls it away with a flourish, grinning when the thing underneath is revealed.

Mikleo face-palms.

“The goblin cart? Really?”

A wooden cart stands against the wall, decorated with tinsel and a cardboard reindeer head, with fake snow glued onto the top and edges. He isn’t sure whether it actually looks better now than it did when it was a simple replica cart from Sorey’s favourite film, or if the decorations simply look garish. On the back of the cart sits a sack filled with colourfully-wrapped presents. Mikleo recognises quite a few of them, having wrapped many of them himself.

Putting his hands on his hips, Sorey puffs out his chest in pride. “It looks great, right? It makes the perfect sleigh!”

“If you think I’m pulling you along on the goblin cart, I refuse.”

“What? No, you’ll be on the cart with me! I can drive it, don’t worry.” Sorey grins, standing on the cart and wheeling it out of its corner and into the centre of the room. Sleigh bells jingle on the front of the cart. “Shall we?”

Rolling his eyes, Mikleo ignores the hand Sorey offers to him, crossing his arms over his chest. “How are you going to get it through the door if no one opens it for you?”

For a moment, he pauses before scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh, right. Thanks, Mikleo.”

The two manage to manoeuvre the cart through the flat and the hall outside, taking the lift downstairs instead of trying to carry it downstairs; neither of them can forget what happened last time they tried to do that. Waving cheerfully to the perplexed receptionist, Sorey wheels the cart through the front door, which Mikleo closes behind them, shaking his head all the while.

Outside, it is far colder than it had been only hours ago, though that’s to be expected considering the time. Luckily there isn’t any snow yet, and it hasn’t been raining recently, so they won’t have to worry about ice, either. The streets are only covered by a thin veil of frost, which Sorey’s cart should easily be able to navigate over.

“No snow,” Sorey says, his expression a little sad. “Bummer.”

“Makes it easier for you to drive, though,” Mikleo says. “Hey, it might snow later?”

“I hope it does! Imagine if we get to have a white Christmas on our first year in Ladylake. Wouldn’t that be awesome?” Sorey turns to him with a more hopeful expression, and Mikleo doesn’t hide his own smile.

Both of them remember the years they spent together in Elysia, waking up on Christmas morning to piles of snow, deep enough that they could have buried each other in it. (Sorey even tried to do that, once. Needless to say, neither Mikleo nor either of their mothers were happy about it.)

After opening their presents, they’d always spend the afternoon out in the snow, building snow-villages and having snowball fights which always ended up with both of them returning home, shivering from how doused in the cold they became. Their mothers would scold them, but there was always sure to be a hot bubble bath running upstairs that the two of them would fight to be the first to use, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate for the loser of said fight. Once the first person finished in the bath, they’d switch over, then spend the evening wrapped in warm blankets by the window, watching more snow drift downward, illuminated by the moonlight. Countless times had they fallen asleep like that, with their heads on each other’s shoulders, barely lucid when their mothers picked them up to put them to bed.

Obviously the last part only really happened when they were young kids, but they still managed to fall asleep on each other even as teens. In fact, Mikleo won’t be surprised if tomorrow night, they end up doing the same thing again.

“Yeah,” Mikleo replies.

This time when Sorey offers him a hand, Mikleo takes it, climbing up onto the goblin cart - or goblin sleigh, as Sorey corrects him. The metal handrail is freezing against his fingertips, and he wishes that his costume came with gloves, like Sorey’s.

Sorey begins carting them through the streets of Ladylake, their speed only mildly faster than it would have been if they were walking. Still, Mikleo doesn’t have room to complain - they already got the cart down from the flat, so they might as well make the most of it. Luckily, the streets are devoid of people, so no one has to witness two strange university students on a Christmas-themed cart. It’s bad enough that they’re going to see people they know anyway; if strangers had been here to see this too, Mikleo isn’t sure he’d last very long at all.

Their first stop comes up not too far from their flat, in the form of a tenement building a few streets down. Sorey parks the goblin sleigh outside of the building, and whilst he chains it to a nearby railing (which Mikleo thinks is unnecessary, because who would want to steal a goblin cart, anyway?), Mikleo digs the first presents they need out of the present sack. He hands one to Sorey, and the two head up the stairs to the front door, pressing the buzzer for the flat they need.

A few minutes pass in silence before the door opens, revealing to them the tired face of their friend Lailah, a student a few years older than them. The fact that she’s in red pyjamas patterned with snowflakes makes Mikleo wonder if they’ve just woken her up. She blinks in confusion at the sight of them.

“Sorey? Mikleo? What…?”

“Merry Christmas!” Sorey says cheerfully, with Mikleo mumbling it along with him. They hold out the presents in their hands.

Lailah puts a hand to her chest in surprise. “What? Oh, you didn’t have to get us anything!”

Sorey nudges the present towards her. “We wanted to! There’s one for you as well as one for Edna.”

“Thank you both,” she says, smiling kindly as she takes the gifts from the two of them. “Would you like to come in for a warm drink? I’m sure Edna would love to see you both.”

“Actually, we need to head off,” Sorey says, looking a little saddened about the fact. “Still got lots more presents to deliver!”

Giggling, Lailah says, “Well, who am I to keep Santa Sorey waiting? Oh, and Mikleo, you make a very cute reindeer.”

Mikleo feels his face heat up with embarrassment, but Sorey only puts an arm around his shoulders and says, “He does, doesn’t he?”

“S-Sorey!”

Lailah laughs again, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. “Don’t be frosty, Mikleo! I’m sure you’re very reindear to Sorey. He seems to be fawned of you in that outfit.”

“Baby reindeer are known as calves,” a new voice says over the chorus of groans that come from the boys. "But nice try."

The three of them turn to see Edna standing just behind Lailah, wearing her own normin-themed pyjamas, her hair tied into pigtails. If they didn’t already know she was in the same year as Lailah, anyone would have thought Edna was ten years younger than she really is.

None of them get the chance to answer before she sees Mikleo and grins devilishly.

“Oh, it’s Reindeerleo. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Don’t give me reindeer-based nicknames, please.”

Sorey interrupts by saying, “Merry Christmas, Edna! We brought presents.”

Lailah passes the present labelled ‘For Edna’ to her flatmate, whose face betrays surprise for only a moment before returning to its usual sceptical expression.

“Thanks, though you totally didn’t have to.”

“We wanted to,” Sorey says cheerfully. “Now, we should probably get going, or else we won’t get all the presents delivered.”

The two girls wave them goodbye before closing the door, leaving Sorey and Mikleo to return to the goblin sleigh, which is (perhaps unfortunately) right where they left it. Unchaining it from the fence, the two head off through the streets once more, moving towards the city centre.

The city centre is alight with Christmas decorations, far more sophisticated than the cheap things they’ve stuck up in their flat. Bright lights fill the square, with a giant Christmas tree as the centrepiece, topped with a traditional star. Though this tree is overall better-decorated than their one, Mikleo still prefers their own, if only because the topper on theirs is a doll of a seraph that they found in an antiques store when they first arrived in Ladylake, and it fits with their overall theme of ‘A Celestial Christmas’. Most of their decorations are to do with the old Shepherd myths, with some of their baubles being the signs of the Five Lords and the Shepherd.

It might look a bit messy when paired with cheap tinsel and fairy lights, but it has more sentimental value, in Mikleo’s opinion.

They pass through the city centre and head towards another residential area. Rather than the nice flats and tenement buildings of the last area, here they find the student accommodation, which looks as cheap as it is to live in. Though many have filled their windows with decorations, it hardly detracts from the peeling paint on the doors or that one cracked window in the flat building which they stop outside of.

When they head up to the door this time, Mikleo keeps half a eye out on the goblin sleigh - not out of worry for the sleigh itself, but for the presents they’ve left in the sack there. They’re not expensive gifts, or ones which people are likely to want to steal, but leaving them behind makes him feel anxious regardless.

Before he can suggest that he stays with the cart, however, the door clicks open, and Sorey pushes it, letting the lukewarm air from inside the building come out to meet them.

“You coming?” he says.

With one last look at the cart, Mikleo shakes off his fears. No one is here to steal their gifts. It’ll be fine. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Taking the creaky old lift up to the seventh floor, they head along to the last flat in the corridor, one which bears a single piece of tinsel in the shape of a circle on it in place of a wreath. Sorey knocks on the door, and though they don’t mind waiting this time, since it’s warm inside the building, it only takes a moment for a fully-dressed Rose to answer the door, her grin as bright as her red hair.

“Merry Christmas you guys!” she says to greet them. Her eyes flick over their outfits, taking on a more confused expression. “What are you wearing?”

“I’m Santa Sorey, and he’s Reindeerleo,” Sorey says, much to Mikleo’s chagrin. “We bring gifts!”

“Ooh, presents! Should I wake Dezel up?”

Mikleo shakes his head, then regrets it when the bells on his antlers jingle with the movement. “Er, no, don’t worry about that. Just put them under your tree and you can both open them tomorrow.”

“Oh, we don’t have a tree,” Rose says. “Well, we kind of do, but it’s made out of beer cans. And it’s more of a pyramid. But I can put them near it!”

“Just how many beer cans do you need to make a Christmas tree?” Mikleo asks under his breath, but he doesn’t get an answer.

Instead, Sorey shrugs and hands over the present in his hands, which gets Mikleo to follow suit. “Sure, that works! We should probably go, though, since we’ve still got some to deliver.”

Rose tucks the presents under her arm before producing her phone from her pocket. “Can I get a photo first?”

As little as Mikleo wants this moment to be immortalised on Rose’s phone, Sorey agrees, and with Sorey’s arm back around his shoulders, there’s no chance of escape. All he can do is smile forcedly as Rose snaps a picture of the two of them before taking a quick selfie with them.

“It was great seeing you guys,” she says once she’s done. “Have a great one!”

“You too! See you later!”

They head back down in the elevator. Mikleo lets out a sigh of relief once they reach the front door of the building. Honestly, he knew Rose would be one of the more annoying people to encounter whilst wearing something like this, but that didn’t actually go as badly as he’d expected it to. Then again, he doesn’t want to think about what Rose might do with those pictures.

The cold air shocks their skin as they step back into it, but that’s nothing compared to the dread which fills them when they turn to see that their goblin cart has disappeared.

“No,” Sorey whispers, moving over to pick up the broken chain from the ground. “Did someone steal it?”

Mikleo feels a lump in his throat. That goblin cart, as strange as it is to have in the flat, was a present hand-made by Sorey’s grandfather, Gramps, for his birthday a few months ago. He’d treasured it ever since, and to see that someone had actually had the gall to steal it, even though they’d secured it and everything…

Even if he doesn’t think the goblin cart is valuable to himself, for Sorey it meant the world.

“Sorey…” He walks over to comfort his friend, and halts in his steps when he sees the sack of presents lying on the ground. Changing direction, he picks up the sack and frowns when he sees that all of the presents they had left are still intact within the bag. “They only stole the cart?”

“That is strange,” Sorey says. He moves to Mikleo’s side, examining the bag with him. “You’d think they’d want the presents too, but it doesn’t look like they even checked what the presents were before discarding them.”

“I wonder why someone would do that.” Mikleo’s frown deepens, and he looks around the area for any more clues. “If only there were tracks or something we could follow…”

A warm hand on his shoulder distracts him from his thoughts, and he looks over to see Sorey smiling gently at him.

“Let’s forget about the cart for now,” he says, his tone only a little disappointed. “We still have the presents, right? We’ll take care of them first, then we can get the cart back.”

Mikleo stares at his friend. “Whoever stole the cart could be miles away at that point, though.”

Sorey shrugs. “We’ll find it eventually. Come on, let’s go.”

Taking the sack of presents from Mikleo, Sorey hauls it over his shoulder and begins to walk in the direction of their next destination, leaving Mikleo baffled behind him. He knew Sorey was emotionally strong - has seen it countless times, when he’s done badly on tests or been rejected for things he’s wanted to do badly. But for him to give up something so dear to him so he can give presents to his friends without delay…

For the thousandth time, Mikleo feels a warmth and affection for Sorey which cannot be denied.

In this moment, though, all he can do is shove it to the side as he jogs to catch up with his friend, walking alongside him in the cold, towards the next place.

“Do we really have to-”

“Come on, Mikleo, we can’t just leave him out.”

“But it’s Zaveid, I’m sure he wouldn’t even care. We can just give him it on Boxing Day.”

“But he won’t get to open it on Christmas Day like everyone else! Come on, Mikleo!”

When Sorey grabs Mikleo’s hand again, he doesn’t have any choice but to follow.

The two head up to their next destination, a house covered in the most garish of decorations. Lights cover every inch of the building, and a suspicious-looking blow-up Santa doll greets them outside the door.

Mikleo looks over to Sorey, ready to protest again, but his friend knocks on the door before he can say anything.

“It’ll be fine,” Sorey says, glancing over to him with a smile. “It’s just Zaveid.”

In theory, Mikleo knows Sorey is right. Zaveid isn’t exactly someone to be feared. The only reason he’s apprehensive is because Zaveid’s teasing can be even worse than Edna’s, depending on the subject matter. Mikleo, unfortunately, finds himself as that subject matter more often than not.

Rolling his eyes, he catches sight of something at the top edge of his vision. He looks up above himself and Sorey at the roof of the porch above them, and he freezes.

Dangling sweetly above their heads is a sprig of mistletoe.

Part of Mikleo instantly wants to slam his head against a wall. He should have known that Zaveid would pull a stunt like this, if only because it might be his only chance of actually getting a girl to kiss him without being too drunk to think any better of it. Not that he imagines it’s very effective anyway, but regardless.

He hears Sorey take in a sharp breath, and looks over to see that he too has spotted the plant. Sorey’s eyes flick over to him, and they only hold each other’s gaze for a moment before they both avert their eyes, cheeks stained with a pink that doesn’t come from the cold.

To be honest, Mikleo doesn’t even know why he’s getting so flustered about this. Mistletoe is a stupid tradition, and it’s not like anyone is going to come out and shame them for not partaking in it.

Then again, they’ve already knocked on Zaveid’s door, and if anyone’s going to egg them on for something like this…

Maybe they should just do it. A peck on the cheek would probably be enough, and at least even something as small as that might finally end the dancing they’ve been doing around each other for months now. Mikleo has noticed the way that Sorey sometimes looks at him, with an expression with which one might regard their favourite book. He also can��t deny that he has flirted subtly with Sorey, and Sorey hasn’t only acknowledged it but responded in kind. Maybe this will be their chance to take things a step further.

Besides if they get it done quickly, then there’s no way Zaveid will catch them in the act.

Making up his mind, Mikleo turns to Sorey, ready to lean up to kiss his cheek-

Only at the same time, Sorey turns to face him, to do what Mikleo isn’t sure and perhaps he’ll never know-

They both stop with their noses pressed against each other, their breaths intermingling. Neither of them can look away this time, caught in the gaze of the other, green and violet meeting in such close terms. Mikleo can hear the bells on his antlers twinkling softly, can feel the warmth of Sorey’s hand, which has come to grasp his own, though he doesn’t know when that happened.

Mikleo lets his eyes begin to drift shut, shuffling closer to Sorey, whose breathing stops for a moment before he does the same. Tentatively, they lean in, craving the warmth they are sure to find in the other’s-

The door slams open.

“Merry Christmas!” yells a very drunken voice.

Springing apart, Mikleo and Sorey try to look anywhere other than at each other, or at the person who has just answered the door to them. A strange lump - is it shame? Guilt? Regret? - forms in Mikleo’s throat, and he puts a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his blush.

“M-merry Christmas, Zaveid,” Sorey says, his voice wavering a little as he holds out Zaveid’s gift to him. When Mikleo chances a glance at him, he sees that Sorey is also doing his best to avoid eye contact.

Zaveid, on the other hand, seems to have no idea what he’s just interrupted - though perhaps that’s just the alcohol. Mikleo sincerely hopes it’s the alcohol which has prompted him to wear nothing but a pair of red boxers and a Santa hat, with his chest and legs bare to the winter chill.

“A gift? For me? Oh, you’re too good to me, Sheps,” Zaveid slurs, taking the gift with a lopsided grin. “You too, Mickey-boy.”

“Well, we’d best be going!” Sorey says in a falsely cheery voice. “Have a good night, Zaveid.”

“Wait, you can’t just abandon me on my porch!” Zaveid says. “It’s Christmas.”

“Sorry, places to go, things to do. Bye!”

Sorey and Mikleo rush away from Zaveid’s house, ignoring the drunken yelling which follows them, though luckily their friend does not leave his porch in pursuit.

Once they get far enough away from Zaveid’s house that they know he won’t follow, they stop, breathing heavily. It is only then that they meet each other’s eyes again. The contact lasts only a moment before they both look away, still embarrassed.

“L-let’s get going,” Mikleo says, picking up the almost-empty gift bag from where Sorey dropped it when they stopped. “Only Alisha left now, right?”

Sorey nods with a constricted sound of approval, and the two of them head off once more, the silence between them more awkward than ever.

When they reach Alisha’s house - or rather, her front gate - Mikleo and Sorey share a look of unease.

Behind the giant gates lie two lines of trees, flanking a path which leads towards a house which looks big from this distance, which means it must be massive up close. The house and its garden are decorated with perhaps the most sophisticated decorations they’ve seen yet, with warm white fairy lights tangling around each tree, and other light works creating the impression that this place could be Santa’s house.

Sorey gulps audibly. “S-say, do you think they’ll let us in?”

“At this time of night?” Mikleo says, arching an eyebrow. “I’ll be surprised if Alisha’s guard dog doesn’t chew us up before the gates are fully open.”

“Just because you’re afraid of dogs doesn’t mean they’re all bad,” Sorey chides. “Besides, I’d be more worried about Maltran, if I were you.”

Mikleo grimaces. He’s only met Ms Maltran once, and it was not an event which he likes to remember, considering that it was on the night where Rose managed to persuade Alisha to drink one cocktail too many, resulting in Sorey and Mikleo having to cart their friends back to their homes, being the only sober ones left standing. Ms Maltran, Alisha’s guardian, coldly told them to leave as soon as she took Alisha off their hands, and according to Alisha, she had a major scolding the next morning. After that, she didn’t dare drink so much again.

“Should we just leave the gift here then?” Mikleo says, pulling their final gift-wrapped box from inside the bag. Since it’s small, no one would notice it if they hide it in the shadows of the gate, but that might only mean that Alisha won’t receive it at all.

Sorey shakes his head. “Let’s at least try the buzzer. Maybe a maid will be awake to take it.”

Sighing, Mikleo watches as Sorey presses the buzzer on the pillar holding the gate up, the LED screen reflecting blue onto his face. For a long moment, nothing happens, and the two of them look at each other, wondering if they should just leave.

A click stops them from doing so.

“Who is it?” a crackly voice says through the receiver.

“Ah, hi! This is Sorey and Mikleo. We’re friends of Alisha’s.”

“And what do you want at this time of the night? Surely you know that Lady Alisha has a strict curfew-”

“Yes, we’re aware,” Sorey says, accidentally cutting the maid off. “Actually, we’re here to deliver her a Christmas present.”

“Could you not have done so at a more appropriate hour?”

At that, even Sorey cannot find a good excuse. It had been his idea to deliver their presents in the hour leading up to midnight, after all.

“We deeply apologise for disturbing you,” Mikleo says. “Would it be at all a bother for us to leave the gift in your hands, though? Since we’ve come all this way.”

The maid sighs deeply. “I suppose you might as well. Drop it in the delivery hatch.”

As she says this, a metal panel opens on the wall, revealing a chute into a delivery box. Mikleo pops the box into the chute. It lands in the box with a dull thud.

“Thank you,” Sorey says.

“Good night,” says the maid curtly, and the intercom clicks off.

The two boys wait a moment before relaxing, the empty sack falling limp in Mikleo’s hand. Finally, they’re finished.

Sorey turns to Mikleo with a smile. “Looks like we did it.”

Mikleo meets his gaze, his own lips tugging upward. “Somehow.”

Together, they begin the trek back home, taking a slow pace now that they have no obligations left. Mikleo looks up to the sky, frowning when the stars are hidden from view by clouds.

Following his gaze, Sorey says, “This night sure has been weird.”

Mikleo looks over to Sorey. “I agree. Who knew delivering presents so late at night could be so eventful?”

“Yeah! I mean, we had an annoyed maid, a drunken Zaveid, a goblin sleigh thief…”

Humming, Mikleo pulls the sack up into his arms, his fingers threading through it. “About the cart. Couldn’t we find it? We’re done delivering presents, after all.”

He feels Sorey’s eyes on him, and can sense his surprise at the words.

“I thought you didn’t like the goblin cart?” he says. “I honestly thought you’d be glad to see it gone.”

Mikleo shakes his head, the bells on his antlers jingling with him. “Even if I think it’s silly, I know how much it means to you. We should get it back.” After a few steps, he realises that Sorey has stopped. He turns to face him. “Sorey?”

His friend’s expression is unreadable for a moment, his eyes hidden beneath his fringe. He walks over to Mikleo, pausing a foot or so in front of him.

Before Mikleo can even react, Sorey kisses him.

Mikleo melts into the action, though he doesn’t get a chance to reciprocate before Sorey pulls back, his cheeks flushed. His lips tug into a goofy smile, one which makes Mikleo’s heart sing.

“Thank you,” Sorey says, eyes shining.

A rugged breath comes from Mikleo’s lips, and he somehow manages to say, “If I’d known supporting your goblin cart fantasies would get you to do that, I’d have built the damn thing myself.”

Sorey laughs, his voice sweeter than a choir of children singing carols. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

With an uncontainable smile, Mikleo puts his cold hands on Sorey’s cheeks, grinning when Sorey flinches at the sudden chill. As if to make up for it, he pulls Sorey’s face forward and presses a kiss to his lips, lingering when Sorey reciprocates, the warmth of their breaths intertwining. Gloved hands come to rest snugly on Mikleo’s waist, and the bells above Mikleo’s head twinkle when he tilts his chin, allowing their kiss to deepen.

Neither knows how long they spend kissing, but when they part, it is to the feeling of something cold and wet falling around them.

Gasping, Sorey looks up to the sky, his bright eyes widening. “Snow…!”

Around them, lumps of white drift to the earth, peaceful in their descent. They stick to the ground, managing not to dissolve in the chill. By morning, Mikleo knows the road will be coated in white, the branches of trees dipping with the weight of snow.

“Guess you got your Christmas wish after all,” Mikleo says, absently playing with the hair at the nape of Sorey’s neck. “We’ll have a white Christmas this year, too.”

Sorey turns his attention back to Mikleo, eyes warm with affection. “The snow is nice, but my Christmas wish this year was you.”

Mikleo blushes at his words, burying his face into Sorey’s chest with embarrassment. “You’re so cheesy, Sorey.”

As Sorey leans down to press a kiss to his hair, however, he smiles and whispers, “You’re my Christmas wish too, Sorey.”

The next morning, Mikleo awakens caught in a warm embrace. As much as he wants to snuggle further into it, however, his phone buzzes quietly, somehow not waking the softly snoring boy next to him. Pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead, Mikleo slips out of Sorey’s bed, taking his phone through into the living room, where Sorey will not be awoken by his conversation.

“Hello?”

“Good morning,” the receptionist from downstairs says. “Someone left something at the front office for you to collect.”

“Oh? I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“Well, I assumed it was yours considering you left with it last night.”

Mikleo blinks, the cogs in his head turning slowly. “I’ll be down in a moment.”

When he gets downstairs and finds the goblin sleigh, fully intact, he can’t help but smile wryly.

Maybe Sorey’s Christmas wish was for him, or for snow, but he’s sure he’ll like this surprise, too.

#sormik #soymilk #tales of zestiria #tales of zestiria fanfic #toz #hey look it's a christmas fic #there may or may not be a mistletoe in there somewhere #also this is a modern au in university for ease of context #wouldn't make much sense in canon to have christmas lol

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